forum Gay O/O [CLOSED]

Started January 14, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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That is some backstory, ooft.
Nice character though!

Oof
Thanks
Love yours too!

Thanks
How are we gonna start this thing?

Do you want our characters to know of eachother beforehand? Maybe they’re in one of the same classes? That would make things easier, I guess

That could work.

Do you want to start with some mafia stuff or with the suicide?

Uh… suicide I think.
And then from that the Mafia stuff gets wrapped up into it somehow.

Alright
I was thinking it could be evening? Maybe they… have a study group together? And yours sees mine leaving directly after and follows?

Sounds like a good plan

Alright
Anything else you’d like to add before I put up the starter?

Uh… only that Kyle is a fluent Spanish and English speaker but… plot wise… nope

(lol what a coincidence, I'm watching The Flash as we speak [if you didn't know, the main character is a forensic scientist]
and sure, give me a second to type the starter up)

Words drifted hazily past Marius's ears, words that were most likely of some importance, but that he couldn't bring himself to care about. It didn't matter anyway.. within half an hour at the most, he would be gone. After an excruciatingly long week, Friday had finally arrived, six days since he'd made the decision to end it all. But he'd wanted to live one more week, if only to say goodbye to everyone, even though they wouldn't know what for until it was too late.

The study group meeting was almost over, with barely three minutes to go…. how convenient that the very accessible roof of this building was five stories off the ground. Just a few more minutes.. Those five words were beginning to become his mantra, an immense consolation.

The person sitting beside him spoke up, loudly, jolting him out of his reverie. Marius blinked rapidly, doing his best to stay focused as his groupmates rambled on and on about theories and bullets and chemical reactions. Why did I join this group?

The week days had been long, the nights even longer. Too long for Kyle’s taste. Juggling school work and work stuff was beginning to become a hassle but he didn’t care, even if it meant living off of three hours of sleep for a week.

His note book was full of notes and dot points of various subjects, written in mostly Spanish but some English as well, accompanied with the occasional sketch of a gun or a weapons of some sort. He smiled and chuckled at the jokes being thrown around, even if it was out of character for him. Kyle looked up and glanced over at Marius, concern flooding through him for a few moments.

He considered him a friend. Or as close as one good get to a friend in his line of work and had grown fond of Marius. Not that he would ever admit it. But, he gently nudged the other boy with his knee and asked quietly.

“Amigo? Why so sad? You okay?”

As if emerging from a heavy fog, Marius blinked again, turning his head in Kyle's direction. His eyes were unfocused; it was as if he wasn't seeing the other man. "Pardon? Oh– yeah, I'm fine, just tired." The lie rolled off his tongue, so familiar by now that it came automatically, without him having to think about it. "How- How come?" Almost without realizing, he began to tap a rhythm out on his knee, irregular and seemingly meaningless– until he realized that he was tapping out the rhythm of the words 'I am not okay'. His hand fell flat immediately, breath hitching.

Kyle frowned, giving the other a once over before return his gaze to his face, clearly not convinced by his answer, “¿Cómo? Mi amigo, do you mean how come I asked? You’ve been zoning out the entire time and not focusing. Estoy preocupado por ti, ¿Vale? ¿Es eso tan difícil de creer?” He sighed, trying to remember to speak in English, “You sure you’re okay?”

Marius faked a smile, his exhaustion leaking through the façade. "I'm sure, Kyle. Just- Just tired, I didn't sleep much more than thirty minutes last night." At least the second part was the truth…. He was tired of lying. Tired of pretending. Tired of faking smiles, of saying 'I'm fine'. At least after tonight, he'd never have to do that again…

Kyle didn’t manage to return the smile but he nodded, though still worried, “Head to bed early tonight then, please. But if you need someone to talk to then don’t be afraid to come to me. I might not be the most caring person but… I’ll listen.” He gave Marius one more worried look before tuning to his note again.

Maybe a weak ago, Marius would have been extremely touched by the offer. But now? He was too tired to care. He just wanted to get this and his life over with, once and for all.

Finally, finally, the clock's hands indicated to nine o'clock, and the session was over. He packed up as quickly as he could, fingers fumbling with the zipper of his bag. Ready to go, he looked Kyle straight in the eye. "Goodbye."

And he was gone, disappearing out the door and around a corner in the hallway, only relaxing when the elevator doors closed firmly behind him.

“Mi amor!” Kyle called out but he was already gone and he didn’t even know why he said what he did, he could have called out Marius’ name. Something was wrong, he could feel it.

He packed up his bag quickly, hurrying out of the room and not even saying a goodbye to the others before he rushed off to where Marius went. Generally when he fe,t like this something always went wrong but hopefully this time everything would be okay.

He came to the elevators and pushed the button. Marius didn have anywhere else to go so he must have gone up. Or maybe down? Kyle went up first, praying everything would be fine.

Marius emerged on the roof, the chilly wind nipping at his nose as he walked, surprisingly steady, to the very edge. A low concrete wall was the only thing preventing him from going over the side, one that could easily be jumped, so it wasn't an issue. Marius closed his eyes, pulling an envelope out of his pocket and gripping it tightly in his hand before exhaling slowly. Mentally, he ran through everyone he cared about, saying 'goodbye' to each individual. And at last, he was ready. Goodbye, he thought again, before swinging one leg over the wall.

“Marius!” Kyle sprinted towards him, stopping a few meters away. He didn’t think he’d been so scared out of the twenty years of his entire life, “Mi amor, por favor. Please come away from the edge,” He said softly, trying to calm his breathing. Out of everything he’d done in his life, all the bad things, this was scaring him the most.

Marius froze, his head snapping up from where his eyes had been fixed on the parking lot below. "No," he breathed, heart skipping several beats. This wasn't possible. So close to his final destination– and now Kyle was here. Trying to stop him. Trying to hold him back. Marius steeled himself, inhaled sharply, and hoisted himself up onto the wall.

“Please Marius. We can talk about this. Talk to me, I want to help you,” Kyle took a few steps closer, now in arms reach of the other. He could pull him back if he wanted, he was strong enough to do so but he didn’t, not yet, “Mi amor, this isn’t right, you have so much to live for.” The Spanish words rolled off his tongue easily without him even noticing this time.

Mi amor? Marius shook his head rapidly, not realizing that there were tears streaming down his cheeks until they began to pool on the cusp of his lip. "If you want to help me," he said, voice shaking, "Then turn around, and walk back downstairs."

“I can’t do that,” Kyle said gently, knowing fine well he would jump. He took the last step towards him, very carefully interlacing his pinky finger with Marius’, “Please don’t jump. I’m sorry you’re going through this and if I could I would take all your pain and put it in myself so you don’t have to deal with it anymore. Come down and talk to me, por favor.”

The touch sent an electric shock through Marius's body. Shaking all over, he craned his head, looked back at Kyle. He didn't move, didn't speak, only stood their, ready to topple over the edge at a moment's notice.